The Flowers on the Street Have Not yet Bloomed

The flowers on the street have not yet bloomed When will you return? The flowers on the street have not yet bloomed Old friends never come again Why did I meet you? The year when I was twenty-six and you were sixteen. Why did I fall in love with you? The year when I was twenty-eight and you were eighteen. And why would I lose you? The year when I was thirty and you were twenty. If this is destined to be a flower that blooms in the dark, I am willing to be blind with you. This is a lonely road, I will walk down it, even if you are not by my side.